The noisy crowd and the cheers of the Sparrow Race suddenly came to a halt.
It was as if their throats had been abruptly squeezed shut.
Even Brother Cheng was caught off guard by the result.
The first battle certainly couldn't be a flop, and he went all out.
But he really didn't expect this dignified mid-stage Quasi-Emperor to be so fragile.
Looking at Que Mi, the Quasi-Emperor in the distance, barely breathing and with a shattered Demon Body on the brink of death, even Cang Ling found it unbearable to watch.
From the start, she knew Brother Cheng was strong and held high confidence in him.
Because she had witnessed the process of branding 49 Hearts of the Main Rule consecutively.
But she obviously didn't expect it to be this easy.
"Hiss..."
"He won't recover for billions of years, assuming he even lives that long."
"You're quite ruthless, I like it!"
The Lark Race isn't considered part of the Qilin Camp because they're too weak for the Qilin Race to notice.
